After Transmigration, Her Whole Family Are Villains

Tonight, who knows if there will be two more stars in the sky.

There might be.

Just like that, two new lives have been added to the family.

Jiang Changtian's chest heaved with excitement, almost in disbelief.

These were his daughter's children.

Suddenly, he had moved up a generation, becoming a grandfather.

This feeling, a bittersweet ache nestled in his chest, was both moving and nerve-wracking.

He feared not doing enough, not being able to shelter the children from wind and rain.

He worried about strong winds, heavy rains, and loud thunder disturbing his precious little ones.

At this moment, he wished he could command the wind and summon the rain, control the entire sky and earth, just so the children could sleep peacefully.

Meanwhile, Meng Shaoxia, after his bout of uncontrollable sobbing, still didn't dare to hold his own children.

The babies were actually quite big when born, one over four pounds and the other over five, totaling more than nine pounds together. It was a stroke of luck that they came early. At nine pounds combined, a natural birth was already pushing it. If it had been any later, with the babies growing bigger, a natural birth would have been impossible. They might have needed an episiotomy or a C-section, which would have been very risky without a sterile environment.

It was a blessing in disguise.

Jiang Mianmian felt that in her entire family, her older sister seemed to have the best luck, always turning misfortune into good fortune.

Living the most carefree and happy life.

When they heard the older sister wake up, open her eyes to look at her two babies, and exclaim in surprise: "How ugly they are, who do they look like?"

Grandma, who was about to smile and say they looked like her, couldn't help but grind her teeth in frustration.

Mianmian heard the strength in her sister's voice and knew she must be alright.

Qin Luoxia, holding a bowl of soup on the side, stirred the bottom with a spoon and said, "When you were born, you were much uglier than this."

Meng Shaoxia, his eyes swollen from crying, was now standing guard by Little Yu'er's side.

Jiang Yu looked up and saw her husband, startled: "Brother Meng, I gave birth, how did you become ugly too? Is this because of the children?"

Meng Shaoxia grinned foolishly. If it weren't for his mother-in-law, sister-in-law, and grandma being present, he would have buried his head against Little Yu'er right then and there.

In any case, the fact that big sister could still talk, and talk as tactlessly as ever, meant she was probably doing fine physically.

At this moment, everyone felt very special and excited about the newborns.

Except for the new mother herself.

Jiang Yu found it a bit unbelievable. Were these two little ones really born from her?

She had eaten dumplings and given birth to children.

She had eaten two bowls of dumplings and given birth to two children.

If she had eaten the dumplings in Brother Meng's hand at the time, would she have given birth to three?

Thinking about it this way, she felt like eating dumplings again...

Seeing that Sister Yu was doing well, they left the space for the young couple.

Meng Shaoxia took the soup from his mother-in-law's hands; he would feed her.

The babies were also placed in this room. At times like this, they really appreciated the suite-style rooms of the Jiang family home. In case of childbirth, having multiple rooms was very convenient. They didn't need to open doors to go in and out, letting in drafts.

In a normal inn with just one room, it would have been much more inconvenient.

Grandma went out.

They had tried feeding half a bowl of the dumplings to a chicken, and it had died on the spot.

Looking at the dead chicken certainly made them feel uneasy.

However, the soup tasted very strange. How much poison had been put in it? It felt like half a bowl's worth.

Part of the blame lay with their own daughter.

If others had tasted something strange, they would have stopped after one bite. But she managed to eat half a bowl. If her husband hadn't arrived, she might have finished the whole bowl.

If it had been the younger daughter, she wouldn't have even eaten it. Just smelling that it wasn't good, or if it was cold, she would have pushed it away in disgust...

Jiang Changtian felt a bit angry, but more so heartbroken. They had deprived Yu'er when she was little. Although their conditions were better now, the ingrained feeling of food scarcity couldn't be changed.

At home, Yu'er was actually the most frugal. She would carefully put away everything she bought, never carelessly discarding anything. Every time she sent things to her in-laws in the Capital City, why was it always homemade food and drinks to show her sincerity? It wasn't because of her high emotional intelligence, but because she was thrifty, reluctant to spend money or part with valuable things.

The younger daughter, on the other hand, seemed to have been born that way. She wanted her fruit peeled, often took one bite of food and forgot about the rest, then took a new piece for another single bite next time. As for toothbrushes, those finely crafted items that others would use for a lifetime, she would replace every few months. In Jiang Changtian's eyes, his younger daughter was absolutely spoiled, even more wasteful than a princess.

The pressure was immense.

Heaven's blessings.

This time his daughter had no complications, and the children were born safely. Jiang Changtian decided to forgive heaven just this once.

But he absolutely would not forgive the people of Dwarf Horse Town for causing trouble right under his nose.

He went to find the waiter, but the waiter had already committed suicide.

Dead men tell no tales.

But only good people need to talk about evidence, piecing it together bit by bit to prove: you harmed me, this is how you harmed me, this is why you harmed me.

Without evidence, victims can only swallow their grievances, endure it themselves, possibly carrying it in their hearts for a lifetime.

Not understanding why bad people can't be brought to justice, why they can get away with clearly doing bad things.

In the end, they might blame themselves for being useless, deserving to be bullied.

Some people who can't get over it might even end their own lives, unable to move past it.

Jiang Er admitted to himself that he was not a good person.

He never had been.

So the waiter's suicide, the trail going cold, didn't matter.

Everyone present was suspect.

Guilt by suspicion.

It worked out well that Sister Yu needed to observe postpartum confinement and couldn't travel so soon after giving birth.

Commander Jiang sent people to take control of the entire Dwarf Horse Town.

Even Meng Shaoxia, usually so full of righteousness, didn't make a sound this time, focusing on staying at the inn to accompany his wife during her confinement.

After all.

Forgiving those who harm you is for saints.

Ordinary people, of course, should hold grudges, take revenge when the opportunity arises, and if there's no opportunity, seek one out.

When Commander Jiang didn't lose his temper, everyone thought he was just greedy for money.

The first time he lost his temper, he unleashed it on Dwarf Horse Town.

The entire town was put under martial law.

Everyone would be screened.

Not even a living cow or horse could leave.

The air was thick with killing intent.

Commander Jiang had at least a month to play with them.